Chapter One Hundred and Four

A guide girl who was waiting at the staircase for a long time told her that Lu Zhiming, the young lord of Baitu City, had set the box on the third floor of the Zhiwei Building.

The young monk of Baopu Mountain no longer paid attention to the Buddha on one shoulder, and at the age of six, he entered the high and profound little monk who had surpassed the soul of hundreds of thousands of dead souls, and went straight to the third floor of the 'Pan Tao Pavilion'.

Outside the 'Pan Tao Pavilion', under the two crimson 'Bodhi' lanterns, a burly man with the ultimate imagination stood at the door, his eyes were slightly lazy, standing against the wall, like an iron tower.

Xu Xiaoxian approached and patted him on the shoulder, the burly man grinned and said, "According to what Brother Xiaoxian said before, she tested Lingling'er, and she didn't deny or admit it. It's just that I'm waiting for you in the backyard of 'Zhiwei Building', and if you go, everything will fall into place. ”

Xu Xiaoxian nodded and shook his head again.

Let Lu Zhifu test whether the green robe is related to the green-robed prince Sun Shushen of the Babel Tower, not without a purpose,

Rather, there was an intuition that guided him.

For ordinary people in the mortal flesh, intuition is a kind of sensory thought that has not been scrutinized, dispensable, used to seek good fortune and avoid evil, or used to make trade-offs, and most of them cannot be counted.

For the monk, intuition has long gone beyond the senses, like a thought, an idea, a spiritual power of an unknown prophet.

Once germinated, it cannot be suppressed.

Buddhists say that this is the cause of cause and effect, and whether you face it or not, it will eventually be the result.

There is no way to avoid it.

Xu Xiaoxian always felt that the girl called Cong Li'er was inextricably entangled with herself, and she was still the opposite.

Looking at Xu Xiaoxian shaking his head and nodding again, Lu Zhiming sighed and said softly: "Those things between you and the green-robed prince Sun Shushen, no matter what the relationship between the green robe and Sun Shushen is, I won't ask, let alone think about it."

Brother Xiaoxian didn't want to go, so I asked Lu to boldly bring the girl's head, and whether there were any grievances was over.

If Brother Xiaoxian is willing to go, then I will ask Wang Jianzi to go with Brother Xiaoxian, in the acre of three-point land in Baitu City, there is Wang Jianzi, and there are no taboos. ”

Xu Xiaoxian shook his head again, handed the lantern in his hand to Lu Zhiming, and said with a smile: "Tell Jiaoli Lanyue that this lantern is not as beautiful as what she did." ”

After Xu Xiaoxian finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs.

Lu Zhiming wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

......

The moon is crooked, and the stars are bright.

Autumn nights without rain are always quiet, very quiet.

There are a few deciduous sycamore trees in the backyard of Zhiwei Building, and on the bare branches, there is no Qingluan that is so arrogant that it is not a sycamore, only two red lanterns are hanging high, quietly lighting up the night sky.

The light was yellowish and soft, perhaps for fear that if it was brighter, the night would slip away.

One, 'Sansheng Mei Vinegar'.

One, 'a pot of fairy wine'.

and the two hanging at the door of Zhiwei Building, no different.

A delicate and petite woman stood under the deciduous plane tree, looking at the two big red lanterns in a daze.

Xu Xiaoxian approached gently, and the petite woman suddenly turned around, pointed to the two lanterns on the tree, and said with a smile: "'Sansheng beautiful vinegar', 'a pot of fairy wine', which cup does the son think is delicious?"

Xu Xiaoxian shook his head.

If this 'Sansheng beautiful vinegar and a pot of fairy wine' is just wine, then he really hasn't drunk it.

The petite woman whispered to herself: "Childe hasn't drunk it, so naturally he doesn't know what it tastes like." ”

Xu Xiaoxian smiled: "Have you drunk it?"

The petite woman shook her head, her eyes were lonely, and said, "He said he brought me to drink, but I came, but he broke his promise." ”

Xu Xiaoxian echoed: "If I were him, I don't think I would bear to break my word." ”

Cong Li'er suddenly stopped staring at the lantern on the plane tree, but stared at Xu Xiaoxian, staring at Xu Xiaoxian viciously, and after laughing heartbreakingly, he gritted his teeth and said:

"When I got out of Baopu City, I asked him to kill you, but it's a pity that 'Tiantongyan' Sanniang owes your master Li Daniu a pot of wine, and he can't kill you if he wants to.

Out of Linshui City, Song Zhihua, one of the two top strategists in Nanzhan Buzhou, asked his granddaughter Song Wanwan, the six-fingered qin demon, to protect you, and he didn't know where to start.

Unexpectedly, you went out of Linshui City, passed the Shadow Pearl Mountain, went to the corpse washing temple, and actually borrowed the luck of 'Ganqi Mountain', broke the shackles of Xiao Changsheng in one fell swoop, and achieved Jindan Avenue.

I just don't know if the old wine head in Qianqishan regrets it......

Since then, he has become powerless when he wants to kill you.

Later, the descendants of Nuwa, who rode the statue of Xingtian, went to Xiaoyue Kingdom, and he felt that opportunities and risks coexisted, and said that he wanted to have a grudge with you in Shacheng.

I didn't persuade him, it was better to give it a go.

So, he finally fell on the bank of the Kui River outside Shacheng, and his body was gone.

I'm not sad, I'm not sad.

Xu Xiaoxian, I said this is fate, this is the fate of Thirteen Niang, what do you think?"

Xu Xiaoxian was speechless.

He came down from Baopu Mountain, went out of Baopu City, passed Linshui City, Shacheng City, and until Baitu City, the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish have been strategizing, but they are still frustrated by themselves.

It's not fate, what else can it be?

Cong Ling'er suddenly gave up the expression of hatred to the bone, smiled at Xu Xiaoxian's unbelievably sweet smile, and chuckled: "The Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Can't kill you, but there are still people who can bite you to the point that there is not even a slag left."

Therefore, I asked someone to invite a wisp of doppelganger of Shiji Niangniang, who was only one step away from the catastrophe in Xiniu Hezhou.

Xu Xiaoxian, if you go to the stairs of the 'Ruyi Building' tomorrow to get the stone lion, you will inevitably die and die for a lifetime, and you will be wiped out in the many prohibitions left by Wang Daozi in the Linglong brush.

If you don't go, you're dead. Unless your Sword Immortal Master comes, the Ten Kings won't be able to protect you.

I've never heard of Shi Ji Niangniang's soft hands. ”

Xu Xiaoxian sighed and said, "The girl's calculations are really leaky. Who is the girl from the green-robed prince Sun Shushen?"

Leng Niang'er smiled sweetly again, took a few steps closer, and almost stood close to Xu Xiaoxian's face, Xu Xiaoxian didn't dodge, she got closer and closer, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to Xu Xiaoxian's ear, and whispered:

"My name is Sun Lizheng. The green-robed prince Sun Shushen is my father's father, although I have never seen him, and my father has never seen him, but the blood is as thick as water and cannot be changed.

You killed my father's father, and when my father learned about it, he was depressed, and my mother went with him.

The hatred of killing his father is not shared, such a hatred is as deep as the sea, does Childe think there will be a chance to be good?

If so, I do not believe. ”

She is the granddaughter of the green-robed prince Sun Shushen?

Didn't Sun Shushen stay in the Tower of Babel for 40 years? Could it be that Sun Shushen's father was the bloodline left behind by Sun Shushen after he jumped down from the Great Kunlun and was lucky enough not to die when he was exposed to people in the Kunlun Mountains?

There is no way to verify, and I have no intention of asking.

The hatred of killing one's father is incoherent, and it is an indelible mark in the depths of the soul on anyone's heart.

Xu Xiaoxian sighed, nodded, and the petite woman who spoke close to his ear turned away.

He should have picked up the gun and stabbed her to the heart, but he still didn't do it, and he didn't even have the idea.

"Little Taoist, do you believe in cause and effect?"

A big-eyed little monk with a huge wine gourd on his back quietly arrived.